Sobs catch in my throat,
Pain leaks from my eyes,
Trembling, hopeless,
True demise,
The world must have ended,
For no world that's true,
To me,
Exists without you,
Even if everything continues to be,
It's only your image,
I continue to see,
And at this point,
Death is welcome,
For this state,
Of Misery,
Is a much crueler Fate.